Warnings: Suggestive but that's about it.
A/N: So...I know these aren't requests butttt I just am a greedy person who loves to treat myself so what can I say? Requests are still coming, I'm just stumped on a few so please bear with me.
Hunter
Hunter can sense your body heat before you even wrap your arms around him, and he chuckles lightly as you squeeze him tightly, breasts pressing into his back. "What are you up to?" He asks, jolting as your hands slip past the hem of his shirt, wandering along his stomach and sliding up towards his chest teasingly. He can feel the vibrations of your laughter in the expanse of his shoulder, and he's about to turn around when you abruptly pull away, patting him lightly on the ass and leaving the scene as quickly as you came.
Wrecker
Your arms just barely wrap around Wreckers waist, and he giggles softly as you squeeze him tightly from behind. He pats your hands, curiously raising a brow as he looks at you over his shoulder. "Its cute when you do that, baby...but what exactly are you doing?" You answer him by slipping your fingers in his waistband, fingers brushing against the soft hairs of his happy trail as you playfully tease him just right above where he's most sensitive. He grunts before grabbing your hands and twirling you around, pulling you into his chest as he settles his hands against your ass and squeezes tightly.
Tech
Tech leans back in his pilot seat as your arms wrap around his shoulders, soft lips pressing into his cheek in what is a sweet and completely innocent manner. He types a few notes on his data pad from the last mission, barely noticing the way your hands rub his shoulders before drifting lower towards his chest. Its only when your palms encompass his chest, softly squeezing and groping the flesh there, that he finally sets his data pad on his knee and turns to look at you. "Are you...massaging my pectoralis major?" "Man boobs, Tech." "Uh, no. That is incorrect."
Crosshair
Its nothing new to Crosshair when he feels your hands slide up and down the sides of his waist, before curling around his front and settling on his stomach. He's wiping down his rifle, breathing in sync with yours as you press your chest up against his backside, nose nuzzling into the curve of his spine needily. His lips quirk up, thinking he has you beat as your continue your desperate ministrations for his attention, until he feels a sharp nip through his blacks and he yelps, almost dropping his rifle. "What the fuck--did you just bite me?" He whips around, but you detach yourself from him quickly, darting down the Marauder as the echoes of your laughter follow.
Echo
Echo is slowly awoken by the feeling of smooth hands cascading up his shirt, fingers pressing into his abdomen, poking and prodding at his pale, warm skin. He can feel your nose nuzzling further into the crook of his neck, a soft exhale tickling his ear as you continue your tour around his stomach, oblivious to the fact that he's awake. And he would've let you continue, if your fingers didn't brush against his nipples and he was forced to grip your wrists. "I know what you're trying to do," he says, voice raspy and deep. "...just a pinch?" "No."
SUMMARY: They notice you've been staring at them, being more touchy, and lingering more than usual. It's not long until they realize why.
CONTENT: Established relationships, explicit sexual content, piv sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, hints of breeding kink from Hunter and Wrecker ;))
HUNTER
Hunter will immediately KNOW what's happening, nothing escapes his enhanced senses.
Especially when you've been lingering around him the entire day, eyes fixated on every part of his body, meeting his gaze with a dark heated look that screams i need you right now. You were ovulating, and Maker he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on too. He could smell it from you—the changes in your body, the scent of your hormones calling out to him, the subtle waft of your arousal every time you rub your legs, how you look at him like he's a piece of meat—it drives him absolutely insane.
So, taking pity on his girl, he came up behind you and leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. Go home and get ready. He almost laughed at how fast you stood up from your seat and marched away, leaving the rest of his brothers confused at your sudden departure. They must've thought you were upset. Good, saves him the time and privacy. And now here he was—holding you down on your bed with your ass pulled up high, large hands on your hips to pull you back against him, and your face buried in your pillows to muffle your sounds.
He could've been more gentle with you, especially now that your body was sensitive—not to mention fertile—but something told Hunter gentle wasn't what you needed right now. You needed him hard, rough, and deep. You were sobbing for it, and he could only oblige his sweet girl's wishes. It's what your body wanted too, after all—to be filled by his spend and do it over, and over, and over again until you're completely satisfied. And who was he to deny that?
“Is this what you want?” Hunter snaps his hips faster, groaning at the sensation of your walls clenching around him. “Been thinking about it too. Could smell you all day. Driving me crazy with those eyes and smell. Next time, just ask. I'd give it to you, mesh'la. Give you this—”
He thrusted again, deeper, pulling another loud moan out of you. “—for as long as you want. All day. All night. I'd take care of you, sweet girl.”
He smiled at the way you tried to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him for more, moaning his name to spur him to go harder. He did, flipping you over so you faced him and hitching your legs around his hips, before he began another brutal pace that has you crying out and sobbing. Hunter only kisses your tears away, shushing your babbling in gentle murmurs—the opposite to his rough thrusts.
“I'll fill you up, mesh'la. Won't stop until you're round and swollen with me.”
ECHO
Echo is honestly the perfect lover. Thoughtful, caring, and deeply understanding.
He's incredibly sweet to you, always making sure your well-being is perfect and advising you to tell him immediately if there's something wrong. He's all about communication and trust, which makes you love him. Especially now that you're on your first day of ovulation, seeing him be so attentive and nurturing lights an insatiable heat within you. He knew everything about you—your quirks, habits, tell-tales, favorite things, dislikes—so, he should've known this day would come. He just didn't expect it to come sooner.
You'd never forget the look on his face when you suddenly pulled him inside an empty storage compartment, snickering at his wide-eyed stare, before you locked the door behind him. Echo immediately picked up on what was happening, flushing for a moment as he tried to ask you if this was okay. But he didn't get any answer except for the sight of you dropping on your knees, peering up at him through your lashes, and giving him that wicked smile that knocked the air out of his lungs.
Echo didn't need to be told twice. He was already clumsily fumbling with his armor, then dropped his codpiece on the ground, and pulled himself out—half-hard and throbbing—while you impatiently tugged his blacks down to expose more. And when you grasped him, Echo already knew he wouldn't survive this. He'd walk right out of this compartment utterly wrecked and ruined. But he didn't mind it. His girl can have whatever she wants right now, and if you want him like this, he's all yours.
So, Echo gathers your hair in his other hand and leans back against the wall. Go on, cyar'ika. Take what you want. Oh, you did. You took him down and deep like you've been starving for it. You kept praising him for how he's been so good to you, how you wanted to thank him, how irresistible he looks when he's concerned. And Echo was left grunting and covering his mouth using his scomp through every praise and suck.
But just before he could come, you pulled away from him and stood up. Shoving your pants and underwear down, turning around so you face the opposite wall, and bending over while tossing him a dark look over your shoulder. Echo didn't think twice—he placed a hand on your spine, his scomp against your hip, gently nudged your feet apart, and lined himself up against you.
“Greedy little thing.” You heard him laugh from behind, before you felt him push inside with an agonizing pace, filling you up perfectly with every inch of his girth. “Both hands on the wall. Just be quiet for me. Okay, cyar'ika?”
TECH
Tech has your Ovarian cycle catalogued ever since your first intimate moment with him.
Now, he's perfectly aware of each phase your body goes through every month. He'd let you pester him during his work, bring him food and drinks when you're in your follicular phase because apparently that makes you happy. He'd spend time with you during your luteal phase, returning the acts of service to nourish your needs through those times. And in time of your menstrual phase, he'll be even more gentle and soft around you.
But between the follicular and luteal phase was the one variable he always could never be prepared for. He should be able to predict it, at least, anticipate when it will happen. But compared to the other phases, this phase was entirely unpredictable. Thankfully, he understood how your body by now. The moment your heat signature rises to a certain degree, the way your heartbeat quickens faster than normal, and the sight of your skin flushed and glowing told him enough.
All signs leading to your Ovulation phase. And during this phase, you were more. . . demanding with your needs. So, Tech wasn't even surprised when you knocked his datapad off his hands and tugged him towards the cockpit where you sealed yourselves inside for the remainder of the day.
“Ahhh—oh, stars. Are you sure you don't—ahhh—want to be more gentle, my dear?” Tech gritted out through clenched teeth, grasping your hips to ground himself while you rode him on his pilot seat. “Oh, kriff. No, you don't. That's—ahhh—fine. I'll document this for next ti—”
He didn't even get to finish his sentence as you crashed your lips on his, muffling his surprised gasp. Oh, of course. How could he forget? Sometimes, you disliked it when he began rambling during these acts. Especially during this phase of your cycle. And so, Tech adjusted his goggles and shifted in his seat.
Very well, then.
He didn't give you time to adjust, before he tightened his grip on your hips and started thrusting up. You cried out, both in pleasure and relief, meeting his thrusts with every downward grind—wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face on his shoulder.
“That's it, my dear. Let go. Do not stop. Don't.”
CROSSHAIR
Oh, Crosshair's gonna be onto you the moment he catches your stare and sees the hungry glint in your eyes.
It wouldn't take him long to know you're in that phase, his favorite one, and he will rile you up on purpose. Because why not? It's more fun that way. A challenge to see who's going to give in first. He'd intentionally drop his voice and slow his words when talking to you, flex his fingers around his rifle while he cleans it, lets out more noises when he stretches or trains, and shifts his toothpick around with his tongue—making sure you see and hear everything.
His touch lingers on your body when he pats your hip or squeezes your thigh. He uses his height to tower over your frame when he corners you and whispers all the filthy things he knew would get you all hot and bothered. And he'd always have that infuriating smirk on his lips when he sees the frustration on your face the moment he pulls away and walks off like nothing happened.
But it's all part of his plan. The moment you decide enough is when he'll claim victory. And the moment he catches your stare, come here right now or else, and he's already following close behind you still wearing that infamous grin that makes your blood boil and race at the same time. If you thought he was a tease before, he's much worse once in private.
Because he knows all the right buttons to press. The right pace—torturously slow—to have you squirming in frustration. The patterns he'd draw between your legs to have them shaking. All the sensitive spots on your body he knew would make you more desperate. He exploits all of them while he takes you against a wall, hidden from the public but risky enough for someone to catch you.
One hand on your mouth, the other gripping your hip, back arched as he thrusts into you from behind. Rough, deep, and punishing. You're already panting and drooling in his palm, while he's keeping his own noises down through strained groans and grunts.
“So desperate,” his voice slithers between your ears raggedly. “Not even ashamed we're out here. Need me that badly, huh? Well, you have me now. And you'll have more later when we get home.”
WRECKER
Now, Wrecker is a little more dense when it comes to these things.
You have to let him know each time because he could mistake your wandering gaze and lingering touches as genuine affection. And he's a pretty physical guy himself, he'd see those gestures as something normal and he'd return them equally. So, whenever your ovulation phase comes around, you'd have to tap his arm and give him a look specifically for him to understand alone. Or if that doesn't work still, you'd gesture to him to lean down so you could whisper in his unscarred ear—can we get out of here?
Which is usually his cue to know you need him, and you wanted to be as far away as possible from others. His eyes would go wide, starts nodding furiously once he puts the pieces together. It never fails to amuse you every time when he starts to fumble out an excuse to others. Then, you'd pull him away while he's wearing a giddy grin that stretches so far on his face.
The next moment, he's sighing in relief as you sink down on his massive length—already throbbing and leaking the moment you stripped down to your underwear and pushed it aside to straddle him. His energy switches every phase. Sometimes he's rough and fast, carried away by adrenaline and the thrill of someone finding the two of you here. Other times, he lets you lead the pace. And right now, he's letting you take control.
“Love it when you're like this,” Wrecker groans out, then curses when you clench around him. “Kriff—so wet and warm. Take your time, sweetheart. This one's all yours. Just wanna watch you come on my cock.”
He sits back and watches you struggle against him, grinning up at you as he helps you move by holding your hips and letting you grind back and forth. His hands would wander all over your body, always praising and talking you through it. That's it, pretty girl. Have all of me. I'm right here. You need this badly, huh? Not going anywhere, just take it slow. I'll stuff you full later. Fill you up nice and slow.
And once you finally come, Wrecker grins and switches up.
The first time was on your own pace. Now, he gets to have his fun.
Can I request for the bad batch and maybe for other clones how would they act and flirt/court with reader?
You don't have to write, so don't pressure yourself 🩷🩷🩷
how the bad batch flirts with you (my headcanons)
a/n: holy moly i scrolled all the way to the bottom of my requests...still have over 70 ugh i hate how slow i am with theseeeee eeeek
gn reader
warnings: none
hunter flirts with every subtle tool in the kit. he holds steady, strong eye contact with you as you talk to him, only letting his gaze stray down your mouth and neck if he's feeling bold. he's quick to flick his stare back up, but you notice the twitch in his lips—the ghost of a smirk that says he's checking you out. he doesn't need to sweet talk you all that much when the sound of his rough, husky voice is enough to knock the wind out of you. it deepens with proximity, right up against your ear, and it hardens if you disobey his orders. he murmurs, "you wanna talk back to me?" to see just how far he can push you, hoping you'll push him back to give him the simple fun he's missing. but he's also always keeping you at his priorities behind the scenes, going out of his way to do things for you, and you only realize it's him when you see that he's already taken care of it.
tech might be the last person you expect to flirt (successfully). he's not the smooth-talk, pickup-line kind of guy, but you find that he's most charming when he's simply himself. the smart, confident soldier who uses his knowledge to his advantage in getting closer to you. he always notices your struggle to repair something finicky in your ship, and he takes your hands gently to guide your movements the right way. "there, not so difficult, now, is it?" he says, his voice sharp while his gaze softens on you. he blushes slightly when he realizes his touch still lingers upon your skin, and he pulls back with nervous haste, nudging his goggles back up the bridge of his nose to cover himself a bit. you smile at him and tease, "mm, i guess i have a lot to learn." he meets your eyes, suddenly more bold as he replies, "perhaps you'd like me to teach you."
wrecker is very upfront about his flirting. everyone can see the way he throws an arm around your shoulder and laughs extra loud at something funny you said, obviously seeking your attention. his admiration for you is clear in his honesty, especially when you're beaming up at him during a conversation, causing him to rub the back of his neck and mumble, "aw, you're cute..." he's also always trying to find ways to impress you, swiftly taking a heavy load out of your arms to lift it onto his burly shoulder without flinching an inch under the weight. you stare at him as he turns around to look back at you, and your expression eases into an amused laugh when he grins and winks before continuing on like it's nothing. he shows you that he can be your gentleman, holding doors open and carrying you over puddles to treat you the way you deserve.
crosshair flirts with you by getting on your nerves. you know he's not the most talkative, but he communicates through provocation, smug as he sees your face get red at his words. he likes getting a rise out of you, resulting in the inevitable push and pull of banter that gets him through each day with a smile. "you're so easy to piss off," he muses. you scoff in disbelief, trying to look everywhere but his piercing gaze, the way it watches you unravel from its intensity. "god, i hate you," you mutter under your breath. he smirks and folds his arms over his chest. "doubtful," he says between his teeth. he's infuriating to say the least, but there are also tender moments he steals when nobody else is watching, like fixing a wrinkle in your clothes or adjusting your gear, and then playing it off as his need for attention to detail as he avoids your amused smile.
echo is sincere in his flirting. for him, it's not a cheap shot he tosses casually or frequently, especially in front of other people. it's strangely intimate for him because he doesn't just flirt with anyone—he's doing this because he feels a special way about you and wants to express that. you know him for his stubborn, blunt way of speaking, but he's gentle when he compliments you, meeting your eyes with a bashful chuckle as he says, "you clean up nice." you raise your eyebrows and knock your elbow into his side playfully. "aw, you think i'm pretty?" you tease him, not expecting him to respond so genuinely, but he can't beat around the bush. "i think i'd be crazy not to," he murmurs. your breath hitches, and he shakes his head to ease your nerves, placing his hand on your hip with a squeeze before walking you forward together.
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Hunter x Reader / Wrecker x Reader / Tech x Reader / Crosshair x Reader / Echo x Reader
My first ever Drabble! I’ve never written one before but this seemed like it fit well. Originally this was supposed to be just a Crosshair short fic but then I got to thinking, why not write about all of them? So here we go!
Warning: EXTREME FLUFFFF, soft Batch, lots of kisses, cuddles, suggestive themes but no really smut, peaceful, (y’all will need to book a dentist appointment after reading this tooth rotting FLUFF), touch starved bad batch, happy endings all around.
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The sun creeping in through the windows of your cosy home is what roused you from your comfortable slumber, the birds chirping outside signalling that it was sometime in the morning. The plush bed beneath your body was warm and inviting, tempting you to fall asleep once more. As you lay in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, you smiled in contentment. Life was good, a warm happy home, great food, great company and anything anyone could ever want in a home.
You turned your head to the left and smiled at the trooper who lay asleep there, worry lines gone and mouth open in soft snores. He looked so handsome and content, no tension left in his shoulders as they faintly rose up and down with his breathing. As carefully as you could, you moved the covers off your body, slowly sat up and placed your feet on the ground…
Hunter
You didn’t even manage to fully sit up before arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the firm, warm chest of your sergeant. You let out an airy giggle as one of his arms locked firmly around you, the other quickly pulling the blanket back up to your chin before retreating back under the covers and finding its home on your waist.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Hunter said in his devilishly sultry morning voice. There was an underlying smokiness to it which made your legs weak and core clench.
“I was gonna-“
“Try to sneak out of bed?”
“No, I was going to get out of bed to make breakfast you goofball. It’s almost 8 and we have work today.”
Hunter only grunted in response and instead, rolled your body over to face him, resting his chin on top of your head.
“We don’t have to go for a little bit,” Hunter said sleepily, a yawn leaving his lips as he held you. He didn’t want to leave the warm, cozy comfort of your bed just yet, content to just hold you in his arms forever. You let out another giggle, loving how clingy Hunter got in the mornings. There was something endearing about how he held you, kissed your forehead, whispered sweet nothing in your ear. It made you look forward to waking up in the morning but also going to sleep at night.
Hunters hands around your waist tightened ever so slightly, giving you two pulsing squeezing before relaxing again. You smiled and returned the gesture, giving his shoulder the same two pulsing squeezes before snuggling into him once more.
It was a gesture that had started during the war, a small sign to let each other know the other was okay. And now it represented your unwavering love for one another. It was calm, peaceful and safe.
“Hunter?”
”Hm?”
“I love you so much,” you said, placing a kiss to his scruffy chin, smiling at the happy rumble that came from his chest.
“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner cyare,” Hunter said, the Mando’a rolling off his tongue in a way that made you keen happily. Hunter chuckled and smoothed his hand down your back, giving your bum a couple squeezes as well. You just laughed and playfully swatted his chest, trying and failing to keep your composure.
“You’re such a man.”
“You love me though hm?”
“Always have and always will.”
Wrecker
Wreckers snores luckily drowned out the sounds of the floor boards, making it easier to slip out of bed. However, that just had to be the moment when Wrecker rolled over onto his other side, arm outstretched and feeling around your side of the bed for you.
“Wha-“ he slurred, his mind waking up ever so slightly to register that you had moved. You turned your head to gaze over your shoulder at him, smiling as his sleepy eyes met yours.
“Good morning sweetheart,” you said and Wrecker looked around, his brain still trying to catch up with his body.
“Whas-Whas gon on?” His words were slurred sleepily and you couldn’t help but giggle at how adorable he was. You reached back and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. Wrecker turned his attention back to you, laying his head back down on the pillow as your soft hand caressed his face.
“Goo mornin babe,” he said, his voice still heavy with sleep, but his good eyes looked at you half lidded and lovingly.
“I’m going to make breakfast. Anything special you want?” You asked, smiling as Wrecker shook his head. Instead of responding with words, he carefully and delicately gripped your wrist, pulling you back toward him with his strength. You let out a quiet yelp as you were brought back into his warm embrace, body warming upas he held you.
“Wan you to stay in bed,” Wrecker said, closing his eyes again and already letting the peacefulness of your presence lull him back to sleep. You giggled softly and tried to leave once again but Wrecker only tighten his gentle grip on you, adjusting positions so that he was spooning you properly and comfortably. All you could do was lay there, accepting the fact that the cuddle monster had gotten you and you were now bound to stay in bed for at least another hour.
“You’re silly you know that?” You said and took wreckers hand in your own, lacing your fingered together as you closed your eyes again.
“You wuv me,” Wrecker replied, his voice already quiet and on the verge of sleep again.
“I do wuv you, my sleepy giant.”
Tech
“Darling?” Tech’s groggy morning voice stoped you in your tracks, making you curse under you breath. You hadn’t wanted to wake him, especially considering that a sleeping Tech was a rare sight. You peaked over your shoulder to see him rubbing his eyes, a yawn leaving his mouth with a small drabble of drool at the corner.
The adorable sight made you giggle, turning back around to wipe his mouth, holding his cheek in your hand and thumbing along his cheek bone. Tech closed his eyes and nuzzled into your hand, placing his slightly larger, warm hand over yours.
“I was going to get up to go to the market. Would you like anything?” You asked softly, already watching as Tech’s eyes began to close again. He really was tired and having you here with him meant comfort, warmth, safety and staying in bed. Tech just shook his head and instead, pulled the blankets back up, trapping you under them with him.
“Tech-“ you were cut off as he sleepily kissed your forehead, cocooning you in his embrace.
“Can we go together later?” Tech asked, tightening his hold on you as his breathing evened out again. You smiled and nodded, even if he couldn’t see it but he felt it. You could feel the way his muscles relaxed even further, his body going soft as it held you.
“We can. Just want to go back to sleep?” You asked, running a hand through his soft brown locks, feeling the way he shivered at the affectionate touch, a sleepy smile on his lips.
“Mmhmm, I require at lease another standard hour,” he said, words muffled and slurred as he spoke into your chest. You just smiled and kissed his forehead, wiggling to get into a more comfortable position.
“I love you Tech,” you whispered, hearing a low rumble and slightly muffled “I love you too,” into your chest. Tech was already asleep again by the time you closed your eyes, his arm locked around your waist and his nose wrinkled in the cutest way.
You smiled down at him lovingly, yawning as you were pulled back into the subconscious plain of dreams, content to stay in bed forever if Tech was by your side.
Crosshair
“Get back here,” the words made you stop, not daring to turn around to see the cheeky sniper who lay beside you. He was very clingy in the morning, especially if he was comfortable and would only get out of bed when his stomach began to growl louder than Wreckers snores.
“I was going to go for a walk by the water,” you said softly, chancing a glance over to him. Crosshair was curled up on his side facing you, left eye still closed but his right eye peered at you through sleepy lashes He wore a tired pout, blankets bunched up in his fists. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips as you looked at him. No matter how many morning you woke up next to him, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever met.
“A walk can wait. I wasn’t done sleeping,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm and fake seriousness that you couldn’t help but giggle at, shaking your head as you swung your legs back into the bed. You smiled as Crosshair gave a fake serious nod before pulling you into his body, koala hugging you with the blankets still in his grasp. His hands found their way to your chest, giving a gentle yet possessive squeeze to your breasts, using them like a stress ball.
You laughed this time while stifling a moan, kissing your sleepy snipers forehead, freeing one of your arms from his grip to scratch his head. You felt a rumble of contentment from his chest, his muscles relaxing again as he held you.
“Don’t do that again,” he grumbled sleepily, adjusting to ensure you had enough blanket but also to make sure you couldn’t slip out of his arms again. You just giggled again and placed another kiss to his forehead.
“I won’t Cross. Go back to sleep, Eva go for a walk together in a couple hours,” you said softly, already feeling his breathing evening out again. The only acknowledgment you got that he had heard you was a subtle nod into your shoulder, his arms loosening just a little as he reentered the realm of dreams.
“Sleep well Cross,” you said giving him one more kiss before you closed your eyes again, feeling safe in the arms of your blanket thieving, koala sleeping sniper.
Echo
Only to have a cool hand grab your hand, holding you gently in place. You turned your head to look at Echo who was rubbing his eye with his other hand, pout on his lips as he looked at you.
“Don’t go,” he said, almost so quiet you didn’t hear him, but luckily you did. You smiled softly at him before bringing your legs back into bed, lying down to face your handsome trooper.
“I was just going to make us some food,” you said, moving your hand to cup his cheek gently. Echo leaned into the warmth of your hand, pulling you closer to his body and tangling his legs with yours.
“Stay. Please?” He asked, gazing at you pleadingly. The look on his face clued you into the fact that he must’ve had a bit of a rough sleep last night, nodding in response to Echos request.
“I won’t go until you’re ready to get out of bed okay?” You said with a gentle smile. Echo returned it and held you close, closing his eyes and leaning into for a kiss. You reciprocated, meeting his lips halfway. The kiss was gentle and inviting, both of your bodies relaxing into one another as you went on.
Echos hand began to wander as the kiss deepened, one of them carefully tangling in your hair as the other found your bum, giving it a loving squeeze. You moaned into his mouth. Your hand running up and down his back, being mindful of the ports that still protruded from them.
“Wanna have a little fun before breakfast?” He asked, a cheeky smile on his handsome face. You beamed at him, giggling as he rolled you into your back.
“I’d love too,” you breathed as Echo leaned down and connected your lips once more.
I’m back! It’s been a very long, impromptu hiatus but I am alive I promise. I’ve got plenty of stories in the works, it’s just about getting them out of my brain and onto this app.
aa hi!! i've been reading your tbb x medic reader thoughts, and i absolutely devoured them!! You write them perfectly!! may i request the bad batch, or especially Crosshair and Tech, being protective of the reader, maybe when a reg, or someone else, flirts with her, or maybe won't leave her alone? no worries if this doesn't strike your fancy!! :D have a wonderful day!
AWAA I HAVE HAD A CLINICAL CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK... BUT THIS......
i love this trope, so thank you for this request!!
It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.
It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones.
To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.
They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.
You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.
“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table.
“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour.
They shared a look: what could go wrong?
And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature.
The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”
You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.
He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.
“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.
His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”
“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.
“You here all alone?”
“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”
He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.”
Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—
“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude.
“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly.
You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…
Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”
“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.
The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.
The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”
“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.
“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.
Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”
“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.
“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid.
“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.
The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.
“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.”
You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”
“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.
“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”
“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”
“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.
“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t.
“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.
“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.
“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”
“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically.
“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”
“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”
Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”
“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”
Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…
You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.
YIPPEEE it feels so good to write again... please send in more requests my darlings! I love the sillies,,
warnings: a bit suggestive and flirty but overall, SFW
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HUNTER
Hunter is sitting at the cockpit console, leaning back with one boot resting on the edge of the dash as he monitors the hyperspace lane. The cabin is dim, illuminated only by the soft blue glow of the starlight outside. You don’t slide into the co-pilot seat, instead, you step right into his space, turning around to sit directly on the edge of his console, blocking his view of the monitors completely. You lean forward, resting your hands on his knees, and give him a slow, wicked smile.
"Hunter, I'm bored," you murmur, your voice dropping to a low, suggestive purr. "And those monitors aren't exactly thrilling."
Hunter’s boot drops to the floor instantly. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a sudden, intense heat flaring behind them as his gaze traces the line of your collarbone before snapping back to your face. A slow, incredibly dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he leans forward, wrapping his large hands around your waist to drag you off the console and straight into his lap. His chest vibrates with a low, gravelly chuckle right against your ear. "Is that right?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as his grip tightens possessively. "You come up here looking for trouble, cyare, you’re going to find it. Now, are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to do something about it before I do?”
TECH
Tech is standing by the primary diagnostic screen, entirely absorbed in a system readout with a hydrospanner in hand. You walk up behind him, stepping so close that your chest brushes his shoulder blades. You slide your hands under his open utility vest, your fingers tracing the heat of his ribs through his undershirt, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss right below his ear.
"Tech," you whisper, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. "You’ve been staring at this screen for hours. I think your sensors need a completely different kind of input."
The hydrospanner clatters instantly out of his hand, bouncing off the workbench. Tech freezes entirely, his breath hitching in a high, strangled gasp as a fierce, dark flush rushes up his neck. He doesn't pull away; instead, his hands drop to cover yours, pressing your fingers harder against his ribs. He turns his head slowly, his goggles slightly askew, his dilated eyes fixed entirely on your lips. "Your... physical proximity is severely disrupting my focus," he breathes, his voice uncharacteristically deep and breathless as he spins around in your arms, trapping you against the edge of the workbench. "If you persist with this specific trajectory of stimulation, I will be forced to shut down the main systems entirely to accommodate you. Choose your next word very carefully."
CROSSHAIR
Crosshair is sitting on a storage crate in the secondary hold, meticulously threading a cleaning patch through the barrel of his rifle. He looks completely untouchable, a toothpick balanced lazily between his lips. You walk straight up to him, stepping right between his parted knees. You reach down, your fingers sliding into his short, silver hair, gently tilting his head back so he’s forced to look up at you, before your other hand slides down to slowly trace the edge of his jawline.
"Crosshair," you whisper, leaning down until your lips are barely an inch from his. "You spend so much time cleaning that rifle. I'm starting to get jealous of a piece of metal."
The toothpick stops moving instantly. His sharp eyes narrow, a dark, wickedly amused heat flaring behind them as he stares up at you. He slowly sets the rifle aside, his movements agonizingly deliberate. Before you can even finish your sentence, his long fingers wrap tightly around your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up onto the edge of the workbench. He steps in close, crowding right between your knees, his hands dropping to press flat against the wood on either side of your hips to trap you completely.
He tilts his head, a slow, devastatingly attractive smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze drops to your mouth. "Awh, is the princess getting jealous?" he draws, his low, raspy voice dropping to a quiet, teasing purr that vibrates right against your skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "You're a real menace, you know that? If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask. There is no need for you to be jealous of anything, you should know that you’re mine. Or would you like me to remind you, Princess?
WRECKER
Wrecker is sitting on the main lounge bench, lazily tossing a small thermal detonator casing up and down in his hand, looking thoroughly unbothered. You walk over, step directly onto the bench beside him, and straddle his lap, settling your hips against his. You slide your hands down his massive chest, your fingers digging lightly into the thick muscle of his shoulders, and lean down to look into his wide eyes.
"Wrecker," you tease, a playful, flirty smile on your lips as you trail your fingers up to his jaw. "You're always bragging about how much weight you can carry. Let’s see if you can handle this."
The metal casing drops to the floor with a loud clang as Wrecker let out a heavy, rumbling gasp. His massive hands immediately fly to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a sudden, possessive grip that completely stops his usual loud laughter. His face goes bright red, a massive, breathless grin spreading across his lips as he looks up at you. "Oh, you think you're real funny, huh?" he rumbles, his deep voice dropping to a low, rough growl that makes your chest tingle. He effortlessly shifts his grip, lifting you higher against him until you're completely trapped against his massive frame. "I can carry you across the galaxy without breaking a sweat! But since you're already up here... I'm not letting you down until you say please."
ECHO
Echo is leaning against the terminal console, flipping through a datapad with his human hand while his prosthetic arm rests quietly against his side. You saunter into his space, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up on your tiptoes so your body is pressed fully against his. You let your fingers twist lightly into the fabric at the collar of his shirt, leaning in until your breath fans over his lips.
"Echo," you murmur, your eyes dropping to his mouth before flashing back to his eyes. "You’re always so disciplined. It makes me really want to see what happens when you completely lose control."
The datapad slips from his fingers, clattering loudly against the console before hitting the deck. Echo’s eyes widen in absolute shock, his tactical mind completely short circuiting as his cheeks burn a brilliant crimson. He lets out a ragged, uneven breath, his human hand instantly coming up to grip the back of your waist, crushing you against his chest. His cool prosthetic arm moves to lock behind your hips, anchoring you completely to him. "You shouldn't say things like that to me unless you mean them," he whispers, his voice thick with a sudden, intense sincerity as he looks down at you, his eyes incredibly soft and protective. "I spend every single day trying to keep this squad and this ship together... but the moment you touch me like this, the only thing I care about holding onto is you. Let me show you how much I've missed this."
Falling in Love with the Members of The Bad Batch Headcanons
Hunter
Falling in love with Hunter happens so gradually that you don’t realize it’s happened until you’re already hopelessly gone for him. It starts with the way he always seems aware of where you are, how he’s unconsciously positioning himself between you and danger, checking that you’ve eaten, quietly making sure you have a place to sleep after long missions. Hunter isn’t naturally expressive with his feelings, but he’s attentive in a way that makes you feel cherished. You notice how his eyes immediately search for you when he enters a room and how his shoulders visibly relax when he realizes you’re safe. The moment you truly fall is probably during a quiet evening around a campfire. Everyone else is asleep, and for once Hunter isn’t carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He’s smiling softly, telling you stories about his brothers, and you realize that he’s showing you the parts of himself he rarely lets anyone see. Loving Hunter means falling for his strength, but staying because of his gentleness. Beneath the soldier is a man who desperately wants a home and people to protect, and once you’re part of that circle, he’ll love you with unwavering devotion.
Wrecker
Falling in love with Wrecker is like being caught in a tidal wave of warmth and laughter. At first, you think he’s simply the team’s lovable bruise, the guy who breaks things, tells terrible jokes, and gets excited over snacks. But then you start noticing the little things. The way he carefully picks flowers he thinks you’ll like despite his massive hands. The way he immediately notices when you’re sad and tries everything he can to make you smile. Wrecker has one of the biggest hearts you’ll ever encounter, and loving him feels safe. You fall for him during moments when nobody else is paying attention, when he gently helps a child after a mission, when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders because he noticed you were cold, or when he proudly remembers something small you mentioned weeks ago. His affection is never complicated. If Wrecker loves you, you’ll know it. He’ll look at you like you’re the best thing in the galaxy, and every day he’ll choose to make your life brighter. Being loved by him means never doubting your worth because he’ll remind you constantly.
Tech
Falling in love with Tech sneaks up on you. At first, you find him fascinating but difficult to read. He speaks with precise logic, spends hours buried in data, and often misses social cues that everyone else catches. Yet somehow, the more time you spend around him, the more you begin to understand him. You realize that every fact he shares is an attempt to include you in his world. Every correction isn’t criticism, it’s his way of communicating. You fall hardest when you notice how much he actually pays attention. Tech remembers everything. Your favorite drink. The stories you’ve told him. The exact date of conversations you’d forgotten yourself. He starts creating little gadgets that make your daily life easier and presents them as if they’re no big deal. Then one day you realize he’s been quietly caring for you all along. Loving Tech means understanding that his affection isn’t always spoken aloud. It’s hidden in solved problems, thoughtful observations, and the way he automatically factors your happiness into every calculation he makes. His love is deliberate, intelligent, and incredibly sincere.
Echo
Falling in love with Echo is deeply emotional because so much of his life has been marked by loss. At first, he’s guarded and cautious. He’s spent years rebuilding himself after unimaginable trauma, and trust doesn’t come easily anymore. But as you get closer, he begins letting you see the man behind the cybernetics and soldier training. Echo possesses an incredible amount of empathy because he understands suffering better than most people. He listens carefully when you talk and never dismisses your feelings. You fall for him during quiet conversations late at night when everyone else is asleep. The two of you sit together under unfamiliar stars, sharing fears and hopes neither of you tell anyone else. Echo makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost overwhelming. He understands loneliness, grief, and resilience. Loving him means loving someone who has survived so much and still chooses kindness. When Echo finally trusts you enough to lean on you emotionally, it feels like one of the greatest honors imaginable.
Crosshair
Falling in love with Crosshair is by far the most complicated. It begins with irritation more than affection. He’s blunt, sarcastic, and seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Most people eventually stop trying to get close to him. You don’t. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Crosshair starts tolerating your presence. Then he starts seeking it out. You notice him sitting beside you during long flights. You notice him listening when you speak, even when he pretends not to care. Crosshair is not a man who wears his heart openly. Every tiny gesture means something. A spare blanket left where you’ll find it. A weapon maintenance tip given without explanation. The way his gaze follows you during missions to ensure you’re safe. Falling for him happens when you realize how fiercely loyal he is beneath all those walls. Crosshair has spent his entire life expecting disappointment, so when he finally lets himself love someone, it’s terrifying for him. His affection is quiet, protective, and incredibly intense. Loving Crosshair means earning trust that few people ever receive, and once you have it, he becomes someone who would walk through fire for you without hesitation.
Falling in Love with All of Them
One of the most beautiful parts of loving someone in Clone Force 99 is that you never just gain one person, you gain a family. Hunter watches over you. Wrecker treats you like his favorite person in the galaxy. Tech includes you in everything he’s passionate about. Echo becomes your closest confidant. Even Crosshair, in his own stubborn way, starts viewing you as one of his people. Before you know it, you’ve become part of something larger than yourself: a found family built from loyalty, resilience, and unconditional love. And somehow, that’s almost as wonderful as falling in love itself.
featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox
warnings: cursing.
wc (total): 2.1k
.✦ ݁˖ wrecker
loves you by feeding you. for wrecker, food is the best way to demonstrate his love for you, other than physical touch. feeding you properly keeps you healthy, which is important to him. and putting effort into meals that he knows you’ll love, whether he’s cooking it or ordering, is how he shows you that he cares.
and he doesn’t just figure out what your comfort food is and spam the same thing. he knows what foods will help you most in certain moods. you prefer sweets after a long, hard day? he’s got it covered. even keeps little preferences in mind, like what kind of dessert you like following different kinds of meals. all in all just pays a lot of attention to the kinds of food that you like and is always happy to provide it for you.
most of all, though, are the memories you two make together over food. the dinner you two had after a particularly stressful week. the pasta you made together, which turned out horrible since the two of you had gotten distracted and forgotten it was on the burner. the ice cream you ate on the steps of the marauder, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
food is how he cares for you, how he shows you that he remembers, how he makes good memories with you. all-in-all a big win for him, since he loves eating too.
.✦ ݁˖ hunter
loves you by protecting you. we all know this man is overprotective as hell. and while he might be a little strict sometimes, he has no intention of roleplaying as your mom. he doesn’t throw orders at you; you’re his partner, not his subordinate.
if he doesn’t want you going out alone in a particular neighborhood, he’ll join you. if he doesn’t want you going on a 3am run to grab comfort food, he’s going out to get it for you. if he wants you to be careful about over-exerting yourself, he’ll just help you do what needs to get done, sharing some of the burden.
in this way, he pampers you a lot, leading you to become a little spoiled lol (just how he likes you). may not be the richest man in the galaxy, but he has other ways of coddling you. won’t let you lift a finger if he can help it, but he won’t ever let you feel like you’re losing your independence either. knows how to find a good balance between the two.
.✦ ݁˖ echo
loves you by being confident in your relationship. sounds like the bare minimum (it lowkey is) but it’s something that a lot of relationships lack. he will always think of you in the best light, careful not to let his insecurities mar his image of you.
even though echo does become easily doubtful sometimes, given his past trauma, he actively puts in effort to not let these thoughts damage your relationship. if you accidentally forget something, he’ll remind himself it doesn’t mean you hate him, or that he’s not important to you. after all, everyone forgets things sometimes! especially in the middle of a war, things tend to slip people’s minds. if he tries to reach you and you don’t answer, he doesn’t let the wait consume him. he reminds himself that it’s healthy for you to have a life outside of him, and will never hold that against you.
and if he’s feeling particularly insecure about something, or needs some reassurance? he’ll just communicate that, and without accusing you. instead of why did you do x or why didn’t you do y, he goes “can we spend some time together soon? i feel like i need it,” or “i’ve been feeling a little down lately, can you help?” even though it’s hard to be vulnerable sometimes, he’s willing to do it to protect your relationship - communication is key!
overall, just loves you by being patient, constantly working on himself, and always believing you have the best intentions for him, the way he does for you.
.✦ ݁˖ tech
loves you by knowing you. a little obvious for tech, i know, but it’s true. he doesn’t just do research, though. of course, he’ll make sure to learn facts about your home planet and its traditions, or read up on any medical condition you have. but he knows that he can only learn so much through secondary research. his favourite way of learning about you is through you.
nothing you say is forgotten by him, especially if you’re talking about your childhood or an experience that’s important to you. he loves listening to you talk, and you know that your words are cherished. definitely spends a lot of time getting to know you, asking you all sorts of questions, and appreciates you doing the same for him. getting to know each other in this way feels just as intimate as any physical touch.
although tech isn’t very good at expressing his emotions in the traditional sense, he has ways of showing you he cares. you off-handedly mention thinking of dyeing your hair? he will find out what kind of dye is best for your hair colour and hair type, and spend a long time with you deciding which colour suits you best. nothing about you is unimportant or unworthy of his time.
he’s never creepy about how much he knows, either. he understands that knowing you does not entitle him to disrespect your boundaries. uses his knowledge to always keep you comfortable, whether that be physically or emotionally.
.✦ ݁˖ crosshair
loves you by quietly noticing. provides you with everything you could want and need, but pretends to be all nonchalant about it. sometimes, he flat out refuses it was him.
ever since getting close to him, you have never run out of anything. he is very observant and notices what kind of products you like to use or what materials you need. your face wash is almost empty? the next day you go to the fresher, a new one has taken its place. you spend some time trying to dig around the pantry for a good snack? you’ll find the pantry restocked a few hours later. you tore a hole in your shirt? the next day, it will be folded neatly on your bed, the hole cleanly sewn shut. but every time you go to thank him, he either shrugs or goes “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
and secretly, he loves when you do the same for him. even if you aren’t as nonchalant about it as he is, he really appreciates when you do things for him to help him out, like cleaning his armour or even something as small as setting his bed.
.✦ ݁˖ rex
loves you by showing up for you. even though he’s constantly occupied, he will somehow make his way to you when it really matters. he will remember when things are happening and ask you about events both before and after they happen, even if you told him about it a long time ago.
if you have a big presentation, he’ll meet you in the hallway right before, whispering words of encouragement. if it’s your first day at work, he will show up just to give you a good luck kiss, secretly slipping a note in your bag for you to open later, explaining how proud he is of you. and if you do anything in front of big audiences, such as play sports or sing, you best believe he’s going to be in the crowd, cheering you on.
shows up for you in little ways too. no matter how things are going on the battlefield, will make sure not to let it go too long between calls. will always let you to rant, whether that be positively or negatively, to show you that you’re not alone, even if he’s unable to be there physically. overall, just a very sweet boy who’s never going to allow his duties to hurt you.
.✦ ݁˖ fives
loves you by validating your feelings. he firmly believes that loved ones should be there for each other through thick and thin, and demonstrates that philosophy with the way in which he treats you.
when you’re happy, he’s right there with you, matching your energy. when you’re feeling down, he knows just how to distract you. but he understands that not all feelings go away with distractions, and always makes sure that you two have proper conversations about emotional health (both yours and his) on a regular basis.
never allows you to feel like your thoughts or feelings are unimportant. he has no problem providing all the reassurance you need, and doesn’t make fun of you for asking, even if it’s the hundredth time. he knows how it feels to be treated as just another number, and he is never going to replicate that treatment. especially not with you.
.✦ ݁˖ wolffe
loves you through touch. not in a pervy way (unless you want, in which case i don’t think he’d oppose…). uses different touches to convey his feelings, since he finds it more intimate than just talking about them.
tells you how much he loves you through a kiss, more intense if he’s feeling passionate and more soft if he’s feeling a little sappy. comforts you through cuddles. grounds you with a hand on your thigh. tells you i missed you in the way that he hugs you. when he’s feeling more playful, he’ll start a playfight or tickle you. when he’s feeling more earnest, will sit you in his lap and just enjoy the feeling of you on top of him, all safe and sound and comfortable.
even touches you absentmindedly. when you’re in a group, will trace his fingers down your arm or your side. when you’re watching a movie together, will start massaging your neck or your feet. if you’re holding hands, will rub his thumb on the back of your hand. does all of these things without realizing it.
very tough on the outside (he’s the alpha fr) but is a big softie just for you. his favourite thing is when he just gets to hold you, feeling perfectly calm. he has nowhere to be, nothing to do; just gets to lay with you for as long as he’d like.
.✦ ݁˖ cody
loves you by making time for you. he’s busy as hell, but that doesn’t mean you don’t hear from him daily. if he can’t come see you, he’ll call. if he can’t call you, he’ll leave a message. always promises he’s there for you no matter what, and has never failed in fulfilling it.
never feels like his time with you is a waste, and doesn’t let you feel like it either. if it means staying up a little later for him, even if he’s already sleep deprived, he doesn’t care. if it means needing to take a few extra “bathroom” breaks in the middle of important meetings, he doesn’t care. he prides himself in being a good commander, and knows how to simultaneously lead his men and make sure you never feel unloved. even if the two of you are just sitting in silence together, whether that be in person or on call, he cherishes that time.
you try not to bother him too much, since you know he’s busy saving the galaxy, but if you ever call him he will return it asap. sometimes gets a little reckless with it. “cody- are you in the middle of a battlefield!?” after that, you resorted to just messaging him.
.✦ ݁˖ fox
loves you loud and proud. in the same way he’s committed to his duties as a commander, he’s committed to his duties as your partner.
always supports you 100%, in anything and everything that you do. you don’t have to worry about doubting yourself because fox believes in you enough for the both of you. he almost gets offended when you doubt yourself, since you’re his partner and if he chose you, that means you’re strong. (he’s so fucking insufferable sometimes like the narcissism is crazy.)
similarly, fox makes it near impossible for you to be insecure about your relationship. he reassures you constantly, even though it’s usually not soft. he’s blunt, and has no problem saying things how they are. he’s direct when he says i love you, you’re the most important person to me, i missed you. and the fact that he doesn’t sugar coat is better, in a sense, because you don’t have to worry that he secretly doesn’t mean what he says.
is also you’re #1 defender. even if he thinks that you’re wrong in a situation, he’s only going to talk to you about it in private. in public, though? pray for whoever had the audacity to oppose you.
a/n: can you tell i had a toxic ex and i wish someone treated me like the clones would treat their s/o
